We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is... ~Madeleine L'Engle~

Sunday, June 15, 2008

"At this moment there are 6,770,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with the good. Some are good struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes - all you need is just one." - Like You Like an Arsonist, Season 3, One Tree Hill.

That really makes me wonder where I fit in.

Am I running scared?- Possibly most of the time, whenever in doubt, whenever in fear.

Am I coming home?- More like, I'm trying to figure out where home truly is.

Do I tell lies to get through the day?- Not all the time, but I do have my juvie moments where I lie my ass off.. :D

Am I facing the truth?- Constantly, all the time, mostly. They say that the truth doesn't make a noise... but it makes people scream, laugh, cry etc.. Doesn't that make noise?

Am I evil, fighting against good?- Part of me, yes. The truth is, we all have our evil subconscious.

Am I good, struggling with the evil?- Almost all of the time.. I'm 5'6.. head on.. guns blazing..

Saturday, June 14, 2008

We all have dreams. When we were six years old, wearing a pink tutu and tights, running around the house, wishing to be a ballerina; that’s a dream. Or when we were twelve, thinking that modeling or becoming a ballerina is foolish, we start wishing to become a neuron surgeon just so that the money income would help the family. It is true, neurosurgery is hard work and provides better income…..But what happened to that six year old who dreamed of becoming a ballerina? Is she there inside, yearning to break free or has she disappeared?

My point is not about ballerinas or little six year olds with their aspirations. My point is this, what happened to us, along the way of growing up? When did we stop being ourselves?

Each and every one of us, at the ripe old age of six or seven, decide who we’re going to be when we grow up. We dwell on the thought of being actors, teachers, television hosts, models, wild life explorers and so much more; but then, we grow up. We grow up, and something goes wrong. We lose touch with the inner part inside of us…we face the reality and we lose our own fantasies.

These are just random thoughts which entered my head. The lady on the side of the road, could have been a dancer. The old man who sells fresh fish in his cart could have been a successful business man. In a perfect world, these people could have achieved it. They would have been dancers and CEOs and goodness knows what. It is not a perfect world, and these people aren’t perfect. That’s the only explanation I’ve got so far and seems enough for me……

#10 You have the sweetest way of caring about whatever I do#9 You drag me out of all the sticky stuff that i get myself into#8 I'm peanut butter and you're jelly (we're different but we're great together!)#7 We may get into our fights but we get through them anyway.. i know we will.. we always do...#6 You get emotional real easy.... and I'm the only one who can make you feel better (i love the fact that I am).#5 We like the same stuff... well.. sort of.. but mostly...#4 We crack the weirdest jokes.. and most people other than us don't them#3 We understand the consequences of having a weird family ;)#2 We love each other tons!! :D#1 and I know that there are million more reasons why she's my best friend..

Monday, June 2, 2008

The last words of a person are the last traces that he/she leaves behind on earth. Like footsteps on the beach, waiting to be washed away by the tide and steam on the windows to turn into droplets of water. They are what you leave behind, what your loved ones remember as your last legacy, your last impression.

There are famous last words like.. "No!" of Alexander Graham Bell and "Ram!" translated as "Oh, God!" by Mahatma Gandhi. Words of famous people, revolutionists are always remembered.. always there...

Then there are those words which are lost forever. The ones which are a mystery and which we will always be trying to make out. The ones which never stop being an enigma to us.

The words of our loved ones which linger in our hearts forever

"In essence, the conflict that exists today is no more than an old-style struggle for power, once again presented to mankind in semi religious trappings. The difference is that, this time, the development of atomic power has imbued the struggle with a ghostly character; for both parties know and admit that, should the quarrel deteriorate into actual war, mankind is doomed. Despite this knowledge, statesmen in responsible positions on both sides continue to employ the well-known technique of seeking to intimidate and demoralize the opponent by marshaling superior military strength. They do so even though such a policy entails the risk of war and doom. Not one statesman in a position of responsibility has dared to pursue the only course that holds out any promise of peace, the course of supranational security, since for a statesman to follow such a course would be tantamount to political suicide. Political passions, once they have been fanned into flame, exact their victims ... Citater fra..."-The last words of Albert Einstein

About Me

I have dark brown hair, dark eyes and olive skin. I'm outgoing, charismatic, creative, sarcastic and funny. I love meeting new people and having fun! I've recently discovered myself as a smiley-person.I'm a constant dreamer of all dreams. A girl of contradictions, one who spreads her wings far and wide.......